by Cassandra
(Napoleon, Ohio)
Me and my husband got into a really huge fight tonight. Its our usual. Except this time we actually fought with our hands and our feet. (And finger nails!) We have such a problem with communication, but it seems that I am the only one who really, truly, honestly wants to do something about it. It seems like I am the only one trying.
We argue over the stupidest stuff, and it amazes me that we are still together. I want to be together, but I don't want to fight. (He is a bit scratched up, and I have sore spots.)
I don't know why I can't control myself. I get so pissed off, so easily! (It doesn't help that I was physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by my father, and sexually abused by my friends brother when I was a child--EVERY DAY.) I have become a basket case of emotions, and I repress, and repress, and repress until I boil over. I am sorry to say that my husband saw a very minute portion of my 'other side'.
I believe myself to be multi-personality. I am also bipolar, and slightly OCD in cases. The worlds worst combination. (Not to mention the clinical depression and anxiety disorder.) I can't take meds either because I have ADHD and it messes with it. (I have tried Paxil or whatever and I wanted to kill myself.) I became depressed even more so after my best friend died when I was 12. (I'm 20 now.) I didn't speak to anyone but a psychotherapist for a year. I was self destructive and self abusive. I tried killing myself multiple times.
The year before my best friend died, my mom's mom died. My favorite grandma. (She treated her grand kids equally.) Most of my dad's side of the family is vindictive and emotionally insensitive. What we like to call 'Debbie Downers'. I put up with that for so long. I even starved myself just to make them happy. (I have had a lifelong struggle with my weight, and have not been able to keep it down.)
I need to get healthy, but my husband doesn't seem to care. Before we were married I was in great shape, I worked out every day for 3 hours or more. Plus I successfully put all forms of artificial sugar out of my life. (My body doesn't metabolize it properly and stores it as fat instead of using it as energy.) But ever since we met, he has brought all kinds of junk back in my life. Its like putting the chicken in front of the wolf. Then he has the balls to say 'Who cares.' Who cares? I do, about my health. I gained 60 lbs after he brought sugar back into my life.
Now, I know its not completely his fault, but I have horrible issues with temptation. I always have. I also have little to no motivation. He's a twig, and I'm dumbo. I can't stand it. I want my body back, but can't if he is to continue to bring that shit back in the house. We both are ready to divorce.
The problem is, I don't have a job. I have a horrible time finding them and keeping them. Something always goes wrong. It doesn't help that we have no money, and I don't have minutes on my phone for people to contact me. (I am going to school however.) I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this. I am once again contemplating suicide. I want Andy, and I want our relationship to work. We need help!